#sobbing and crying I need to watch this again

[ddejavvu]

Cockwarming mean Logan while he drink & smokes his cigar. Reader tries to get themselves off but Logan tells them to sit still. It’s torture because Logan is purposely teasing them (nipple play, cl!t play, etc) he loves teasing his girl 😉

"Cut it out." Logan grunts, eyes fixated on your breasts, trying to gauge which one is more swollen and which one needs extra attention. He settles on the left, raising rough fingers to pinch at your sensitive nipple. He treats it like a plaything, something to fiddle with as he knocks back another sip of the stinging, harsh liquor he's drinking straight from the bottle. His fingers tug and squeeze mercilessly, and you rock slightly on his lap, begging him for more stimulation than just against your nipple.

He's focused more on his drink, and then he swaps it for a cigar and you watch, nearly drooling, as his eyes shut. He takes a long, low, sensual drag, lips exuding a breath of smoke that threatens to clog your lungs if you get too close to him. You rock again, bolder this time, and his eyes snap open, fixing on your own harshly.

"Stop moving." He lands a firm hand on your hip, fingers digging into your flesh roughly, as if showcasing the strength of his metal-coated bones, "If you can't stay still, you can't have anything."

There's little he could do besides push you off of his lap; you've been slowly worked open and eased onto his cock where he's holding you hostage. Still, you feel the ghost of rugburn on your knees and decide that obedience is the wisest course of action. You slow to a stop where you'd been desperately grinding on his cock, feeling your cunt burn with anticipation for more that you can't have. You feel like crying, a sob building in your throat that you try to speak around.

"I need more. It's been- it's been a long time, Logan, please, please will you just fuck me?"

Your begging is met with a faceful of smoke, one that you actually do choke on. Your body is wracked with a coughing fit, and it only makes your hole clench sporadically around Logan, bringing you closer and closer to an edge you'll never make it off of.

"That's the stuff." He decides, voice gruff and approving, and you squint up at his face, eyeing the cigar still pinched between his teeth as his lips move around it.

"Please." You lower yourself to his chest, ducking down and slumping against him in hopes that he'll take pity on your pleading gesture. Your nose longs to bury itself within his neck as he fucks you deep and slow, but you keep yourself contained hoping that he'll have mercy.

"Wait." He sentences you, "If you can hold off until I'm done with this cigar, then I'll take you into the bedroom and give you what you want."

"Here." You beg, "I- I'll take it here, I don't care!"

"After the cigar." Logan grumbles, his chest humming against your face with the words, "If you can wait, I'll take you against the fuckin' kitchen counter, for all I care. All you're getting now is a face full of smoke."

[thelikesofus]

know it's for the better

9-1-1 on ABC | Buddie | 500 words | Season 8b Spec | eddie moves to texas, goodbyes, emotional hurt no comfort, evan 'buck' buckley needs a hug Buck lets his whole heart disappear across state lines because he knows it's the only right thing to do

Buck holds Eddie tightly against his chest and wills breath into the other man's lungs. He wills the world to keep him safe and watch over him in a place that Buck can’t go. Buck’s composure is hanging by a thread when Eddie pulls away. The way his fingertips drag across Buck’s ribs as he steps back speaks to the reluctance that’s taken up residence in Buck's chest since he first laid eyes on the cursed iPad.

Reluctant to let him go, to watch him leave, knowing that he can’t do anything but that. Buck can’t be that selfish, no matter how much he wants to get on his knees on this wet asphalt and beg Eddie to stay. Because he knows that Eddie’s going for all the right reasons and Buck wants him to stay for all the wrong ones. 

Eddie needs to be with Christopher, Christopher needs to know that his Dad is there, when he’s ready, whenever he needs. God, what Buck wouldn’t have given to see that same unconditional, unwavering love from his own parents growing up. 

Buck fucked it all up. He is once again too late, too slow, too little, too much. Too in love with Eddie to stand to watch him go, too in love with him to force him to stay. Because he knows, this is the only way this was going to end. 

“Call me so I know you’ve arrived safely,” Buck says firmly, his voice as steady as he can make it. 

Eddie watches him with those wide, dark eyes and Buck feels caught. The corner of Eddie’s mouth turns up slightly. “I will.” 

“Okay, okay you better go before the rain gets worse.” Buck forces himself to take another step back. 

“Right.” Eddie’s still watching him. He’s chewing on the inside of his cheek, a nervous tick Buck knows means he’s thinking too hard about something. He opens his mouth like he’s going to say something and Buck waits with baited breath. Eddie shakes his head and licks his lips. “Okay, I’ll—. Right.”

“Drive safe.” 

Eddie nods and steps back one, two, turn, three, four, truck door, step up, turns the key, starts the engine, five, six, pulls away from the curb.

Buck forces himself to turn his back, he can’t watch the UHaul disappear around the corner. He forces himself to walk back to the Jeep, to heave his wet, ponderous self into the driver's seat and catches the smallest glimpse of tail lights in the review mirror and snaps.

A cry tears its way up his throat, fists, and forearms smashing against the staring wheel as the anguish builds, hitting the horn at random intervals. 

Briefly, he feels bad for Eddie’s neighbors—who aren’t Eddie’s neighbors anymore.

His forehead falls against the wheel as he shakes and wheezes and tastes the salty tears streaming down his cheeks. Sobbing and hiccupping he wraps his arms as tightly as he can around himself and forces breath into his lungs.

[bluebirdinhissky]

A best friend’s duty is to love you.

Hyunjin x reader

Bird note: Here it is!!! Expect something else soon. Hope you like it.

[Masterlist]

She was leaving.

He stood in the doorway, heart pounding as he watched her pack her suitcase. No hesitation, no second thoughts. Just smooth, deliberate movements, as if she had rehearsed this moment a thousand times before. He tried to speak, to ask why, to beg her to stay, but his voice wouldn’t come out. His throat burned, his chest ached, and the air around him felt heavy, pressing down on him like a weight he couldn’t escape.

She didn’t look at him. Not once. And then she was gone. Hyunjin ran after her, but his legs wouldn’t move fast enough, the world stretching and shifting. She disappeared into the crowded streets of Seoul, the waves of her hair vanishing into the blur of strangers, and no matter how loud he screamed her name she didn’t turn back.

She wasn’t coming back.

She was gone.

The grief hit him like a tidal wave, crushing, inescapable. His breath caught in his throat, his chest heaved, and he was drowning, falling into the abyss of his own fear…

Then…

A gentle touch on his shoulder, fingers brushing against his damp skin.

“Hyunjin?” Her voice was soft, filled with sleep, but laced with concern.

He jolted awake with a sharp inhale, his entire body shuddering. His room dimly lit by morning light filtering through the curtains, but his vision was blurred, the nightmare still clinging to him like a shadow he couldn’t shake off.

She was here.

Not gone. Not leaving.

Without thinking, he reached for her, his hands desperate, searching, needing to feel her, to confirm that she was actually there. His fingers found her arm first, then her waist, pulling her into him with a force that was desperate. His face buried against her shoulder, body trembling.

“You’re here,” he whispered, voice hoarse, filled with emotion.

“Of course, I’m here,” she murmured, still sleepy but now fully awake from his distress. Her hands instinctively moved to him, running through his hair, down his back, comforting. “Hyunjin, what’s wrong?”

But he couldn’t answer.

His throat was tight, clogged with the weight of unshed tears. He clung to her like she was his lifeline, his entire body shaking as if he had just been pulled out of an icy ocean. He didn’t want to cry, but the fear was still lodged deep in his chest, raw and real, and he couldn’t stop the way his breath hitched or the way his shoulders shook against her. A choked sound escaped him, barely audible, but she felt it. Her hands, her warmth, her presence, it grounded him, but it wasn’t enough.

“I… I thought you left,” he finally forced out, voice breaking. “I saw you leave. You weren’t coming back. You…” His breath stuttered, a quiet sob escaping before he could stop it. “You were gone, and I couldn’t…”

She held him tighter. “Hyunjin, I’m not gone. I’m here. It was a dream.”

But to him, it hadn’t been just a dream. It had been a glimpse into his worst fear, the possibility of losing her.

“I…” His voice cracked again as he tightened his hold on her, pressing himself closer as if he could melt into her and never be apart. “I don’t want you to leave me.”

She exhaled softly, her fingers running through his hair again, soothing the way she always did when she knew he needed comfort. “I’m not leaving”

“But you could.” His voice was almost childlike in its vulnerability, muffled against her skin. “One day, you could decide that here isn’t home, that I…” He couldn’t even finish the thought.

“Hyunjin.”

Her tone was firmer now, pulling him from the spiral of his thoughts. She shifted slightly, enough to tilt his chin up so he had to look at her. Even in the dim light, he could see the softness in her gaze, the sincerity in her expression.

“I’m not leaving,” she repeated, slow and certain. “Never.”

His lower lip trembled. “Promise?”

“I promise.”

Something inside him cracked at that, and the tears that had been threatening to fall finally spilled over, streaking silently down his cheeks. He let himself be vulnerable, let himself break in her arms, because she was the only person he could be this way with without shame.

She didn’t rush him. Didn’t tell him to stop crying. She just held him, letting him soak in the reality that she was still there, that she wasn’t going anywhere. His breathing was still uneven when he spoke again, voice barely above a whisper.

“I love you.”

It wasn’t planned. It wasn’t some grand confession. It just slipped out, raw and unfiltered, straight from the depths of his heart.

He felt her tense slightly in his arms, her breath catching, but she didn’t pull away. She didn’t let go. His hands curled into the fabric of her shirt, afraid for even a second that she might slip through his fingers, that saying it out loud might make her realize she didn’t feel the same.

But then, her arms tightened around him. Her lips pressed softly against his hair.

And she whispered back, “I love you too.”

Hyunjin let out a shaky breath, his heart pounding for an entirely different reason now. The fear was still there, the remnants of the nightmare still lingering, but it no longer consumed him. Because she was here. Because she loved him too, and for the first time since waking up, he let himself believe in that promise.

With her fingers back in his hair, and the sound of her beating heart he drifted to sleep again.

*A couple of hours later*

Hyunjin woke up to warmth. For a moment, he didn’t move, his face buried against soft fabric, the scent of her still lingering on his skin. His body felt heavy, the remnants of sleep still pulling at him, but there was something else that gave him the will to fully wake. She was still here.

He shifted slightly, careful not to wake her. His arms were still loosely wrapped around her, their legs tangled under the sheets, and as his eyes fluttered open, he saw her face, peaceful, soft, slightly lit up by morning light seeping through the curtains.

His heart clenched. Early morning hadn’t been a dream. The nightmare, the tears, the way he had held onto her like she was his last lifeline, it had all been real. Too real. And then he remembered…

The confession.

His breath hitched.

“I love you.”

He had said it. Not in a fleeting, friendly way. Not in the way he had told her before, when their friendship had been built on laughter and comfort and shameless playful flirting. No, he had said it with everything. With the weight of sleepless nights and stolen glances, with the ache of wanting her in ways he couldn’t explain.

And then…

“I love you too.”

His heart pounded just remembering it. But now, uncertainty crept in. They had said those words to each other countless times before. I love you, bestie. I love you, loser. Love you, see you later.

Was it different last night? Or had his heart made it into something more than it was?. He swallowed, his fingers twitching where they rested against the curve of her waist. She had held him tighter. She had kissed his hair. She had whispered those words back.

But did she mean them the way he did?

Hyunjin let out a slow, shaky breath, his gaze tracing the relaxed features of her sleeping face. He wanted to believe it. Needed to believe it. Because the truth was he wasn’t willing to just continuing to pretend his love was just love for his best friend.

He was in love with her.

He had been for longer than he wanted to admit. And even when he admitted it to himself, he always tried to ignore it. But it soon became more difficult to stand it. Maybe from the first time he caught himself staring at her for no reason, or when he started craving her presence like a necessity rather than a choice.

Hyunjin swallowed hard.

He had to tell her.

He couldn’t pretend anymore, couldn’t push it aside, couldn’t act like I love you meant the same thing it did before. It was different now. It had to be.

A soft sigh pulled him from his thoughts. She was waking up. He watched as her brows furrowed slightly, her lips parting with a quiet breath before her eyes slowly blinked open. She looked drowsy, her lashes fluttering as she adjusted to the light, and when her gaze found his, she smiled, sleepy, warm, effortless.

“Morning,” she murmured, her voice still filled with sleep.

Hyunjin’s heart nearly stopped.

How is she so effortlessly beautiful?

His throat tightened, but he forced himself to respond, his voice softer than usual. “Morning.”

She stretched slightly, her body shifting against his, and that was when she seemed to realize how close they still were. Instead of pulling away, she simply relaxed again, letting herself sink back into the warmth of their shared space. Hyunjin exhaled through his nose, trying to fight back the nervous energy creeping up his spine. Now. Just say it now.

But instead, his fingers hesitantly brushed over her wrist, tracing slow, mindless patterns.

“…Did you sleep okay?”

She hummed, nodding slightly. “Yeah. You?”

He hesitated, then nodded too. “Better than I thought I would.”

She must’ve remembered then, because her gaze softened, and her fingers found his, pressing against his hand in silent reassurance. “You scared me earlier,” she admitted quietly.

Hyunjin swallowed. “I scared myself.”

A pause. Then…

“I meant it.”

She blinked. “…Huh?”

He inhaled deeply, summoning every ounce of courage in his body. His fingers curled around hers, gripping her hand as if that alone would keep him steady.

“When I said I love you,” he clarified, voice trembling slightly. “I meant it. Not the way we used to say it before.” He forced himself to meet her eyes, even as his pulse thundered in his ears. “I meant it in the only way I’ve ever really meant it.”

She stared at him, silent. Hyunjin’s heart was pounding.

“I… I don’t know when it happened,” he continued, voice barely above a whisper. “Maybe it was when I realized that just being near you makes everything feel lighter. Or maybe it was when I started thinking about you at night and wondering if you were thinking about me too. Or maybe it was when I realized I need you here with me in my room because this is where you belong.” His breath shuddered. “I love you,” he whispered again, this time with no hesitation, no fear. “Not like a best friend. Not like someone I can live without. I love you like you’re the most beautiful thing in my life, and the idea of losing you terrifies me.”

She still hadn’t spoken.

Hyunjin felt his stomach twist. “I…” His voice faltered, suddenly afraid. “I just needed you to know.”

Silence stretched between them, the air thick with unspoken words. And then her fingers tightened around his.

“You really are dramatic,” she murmured, a teasing glint in her still sleepy gaze.

Hyunjin’s lips parted, heat creeping up his neck, panic stirring in his chest, but before he could even think of a response, she pulled him closer, pressed her forehead against his and whispered “I love you too, Hyunjin.”

His entire body froze.

Her fingers lifted to trace his jaw, slow, careful, grounding him as she spoke again, softer this time more certain.

“I’m in love with you too.”

A shaky exhale escaped him, relief crashing over him like a tidal wave, drowning him in warmth and something deeper, something real.

Hyunjin didn’t say anything. He couldn’t.

Instead, he closed the distance, wrapping his arms around her and burying himself in the safety of her embrace. She let him, holding him just as tightly, as if neither of them would ever let go.

And for the first time in a long time, Hyunjin felt whole. She had said it back. Not in the way they used to say it, not in the casual, friendly way that had once defined them. No, this time, it had been different. It had been real, soaked in meaning, in truth, in love love.

Hyunjin was still processing it, still wrapping his head around the fact that he wasn’t dreaming, that it had actually happened. But with every inhale, with every soft sound she made beside him, reality settled deeper in his chest.

And then came the fear.

Not fear that she didn’t mean it, he knew she did. But fear of what came next. Because he wanted more. He wanted everything. He wanted to be hers in every possible way, to hear her say his name not just as her best friend, but as her boyfriend. He wanted to hold her hand and know she was his, to kiss her when he couldn’t hold back anymore, to whisper in her ear that she belonged with him.

But he couldn’t, at least not like normal people. He couldn’t take her out on dates without looking over his shoulder for people taking photos. He couldn’t tell the world that she was his. He couldn’t post cheesy couple pictures, or buy matching phone cases (well, maybe this he could do), or even hold her hand in public without it being a risk.

It was unfair.

And yet…

Hyunjin looked at her, eyes tracing the delicate lines of her face. His heart clenched. I don’t care. I want her anyway.

“What are you thinking?” she whispered, voice still husky.

Hyunjin’s throat tightened. God, he was so in love with her.

He didn’t speak right away. He was afraid his voice might crack again, afraid that the emotions swelling inside him might spill out in an incoherent mess. So instead, he reached out to her cheek, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. She leaned into the touch. And just like that, it was over for him.

Hyunjin inhaled sharply. “Can I ask you something?”

She blinked, still heavy with sleep. “Of course.”

He hesitated. His fingers, still lingering on her face, slid down, brushing against the curve of her jaw before pulling back. He swallowed.

“I… I want you to be mine.” Her eyes widened slightly, breath hitching. Hyunjin pressed on, voice low, urgent. “Not just as my best friend. Not just as someone I love in a way that’s safe.” He exhaled, fingers gripping the sheets. “I want you to be my girl. I want to call you my girlfriend, I want to be the only one you look at like that. I want to wake up next to you like this and know that it means something.”

A beat of silence. Then, softer, more vulnerable “But I know it’s selfish.”

Her brows knit together. “Selfish?”

Hyunjin clenched his jaw. “You know what I am. I can’t date publicly. I can’t give you the things other guys can. No public dates, no soft launches on Instagram, no walking around Seoul without hiding.” His hands curled into fists. “I know that’s unfair to you. I know you deserve someone who can…”

“Stop.”

His breath caught.

She was looking at him now, eyes steady, unwavering. “I don’t care about that, Hyunjin.”

His lips parted slightly, his chest tightening. “You… don’t?”

She shook her head, shifting closer. “Of course I want to do those things with you. But I also know what your life is like. I know what I’d be getting into.” Her hand reached for his, fingers brushing his wrist. “But none of that matters if I have you.”

Hyunjin felt something inside him snap, like the last bit of restraint he had was finally crumbling. His fingers moved instinctively, intertwining with hers. “Then say yes,” he whispered.

She inhaled sharply, her thumb tracing over his knuckles.

And then…

“Yes.”

His heart nearly burst.

Hyunjin let out a shaky breath, his forehead falling against hers, their fingers still locked together. “You’re mine,” he murmured, the words almost reverent, almost unbelieving.

“I’m yours,” she whispered back.

But just as relief started to flood through him, she hesitated, and something flickered across her face, something uncertain. Hyunjin immediately noticed. He pulled back slightly, searching her expression. “What is it?”

She hesitated. “I just…” She bit her lip, glancing away. “Are you sure you want me?”

His chest tightened. “What do you mean?”

She sighed, voice quieter now. “I mean… I’m older than you. I’m not some insanely gorgeous idol or model. You could be with anyone, Hyunjin. You could have someone that…”

“Don’t,” he cut in, voice firm.

She looked up, startled.

Hyunjin shook his head, jaw tightening. “Don’t say that. Don’t ever say that.” His fingers found her chin, tilting her face up so she had no choice but to meet his gaze. “There is no one else,” he murmured. “There has never been anyone else.” Her lips parted slightly, her eyes searching his. “I don’t care about age,” he continued. “I don’t care about whatever stupid beauty standards you think you don’t meet.” His thumb brushed against her cheek, gaze burning. “I want you. No one else could ever make me feel the way you do. So don’t ever think you’re not enough for me.” He exhaled shakily. “Because you are the only person I’ve ever wanted this much.”

A moment of silence stretched between them. Then, slowly, she smiled soft, radiant, breathtaking.

Hyunjin’s stomach flipped.

She squeezed his hand. “Okay.”

A slow, relieved breath left his lips, and he closed his eyes for a moment, letting it sink in.

She was his.

His girlfriend. His love. His everything.

[nowimjustastranger]

How would STCMO!Ford react if Lee hid an injury or a sickness from him? Worried? Hurt? Scared?

“Ugh… shit. Ow.” Lee hissed, slowly easing his shirt up to get a look at the nasty bruising practically on top of his poor kidney. Damn, it was the kidney that he’d grown back too. The scuffle that resulted in said bruising had been short but vicious, Lee taking a bony elbow to the side two or three times before the would-be kidnapper succumbed to lack of oxygen –courtesy of Lee’s chokehold– and passed out.

Ford had been too busy soothing the kid Stan to give chase, the boy clinging to him and wailing his little lungs out. Honestly, Ford had looked torn as Lee surged into the alleyway to pursue the fucker who had tried to drag the kid off, but Ford had ultimately trusted Lee to catch the creep considering that the old fart was still with Stan when Lee hauled the asshole back to the scene of the crime.

Lee had left the unconscious fucker in a dumpster to collect later before emerging from the alley, brushing his hands off on his sweatpants as he sauntered onto the sidewalk to rejoin the sniffling boy and his now kneeling brother. Ford had managed to calm the kid down with a vibrant red toy race car, speaking in low tones as gloveless hands that were scarred from a rough life wiped away the boy’s tears with heart-wrenching gentleness.

The kid had been delivered to his shitty ass parents with a curt explanation of what happened, Lee tuning out Caryn’s hysterics and Filbrick’s attempts to speak over his distressed wife in favor of watching little Ford cling to his brother with huge eyes. The kid was already so smart at his age, fully grasping the severity of the situation if the way his face rapidly blanched of color as Ford spoke of the incident was any indication.

Stan was crying again, hiding his face in the crook of his brother’s neck to muffle his already quiet sobs. And Lee could hear the boy speaking, but he couldn’t make out the words. Lee could guess what the kid was saying though, it was written all over little Ford’s face. The kid’s wide eyes darted from Stan to the adults as his grip on his brother tightened, crushing Stan to his chest like he wanted to absorb his brother into his body.

After Ford calmed things down, Lee was really feeling the aches and pains of a quick and dirty fight. So when they got back home, Lee immediately distanced himself with the excuse that he needed a shower. And, in his defense, he did need one. Grappling in dirty and dank back alleys meant that Lee was covered in questionable substances and didn’t exactly smell like roses. But whatever, it was nothing that a thorough wash wouldn’t fix.

Which led him to this very moment in time, scrutinizing his reflection as he gingerly pulled his filthy shirt up over his head.

It wasn’t a pretty sight, but he could tell at first glance that it wasn’t anything serious. Wouldn’t be the first time he had to figure out whether or not he had internal bleeding by sight and feel alone. Thankfully, there was no swelling or unmanageable pain, so he resigned himself to just keeping an eye on the ugly patch of blues and purples that colored his skin for a few hours to ensure that it didn’t get any worse.

Lee stripped naked and fiddled with the knobs until the water was just shy of scalding, steam rising from the spray. When he stepped under the showerhead he very nearly moaned at the amazing water pressure, the hot water soothing his various aches and pains like nothing else. He braced his hands against the wall and tipped his head down to watch the filth swirl down the drain, lulled into a trance.

“Lee? I brought you a towel and a change of clothes.” Ford called out after delicately knocking on the door, his voice muffled by the obstruction. Still, it was more than enough to snap Lee out of his daze. He poked his head out as Ford entered the steamy bathroom, the older man unfazed by the drastic increase in temperature.

“Thanks, Ace.” Lee drawled with an appreciative grin, running a hand through his hair to slick it back. Ford spared a moment to give Lee an answering smile before he dutifully placed the stack of folded clothes on the counter, hanging Lee’s favorite fluffy red towel on the rack. But, instead of leaving afterward, Ford lingered.

“Somethin’ the matter, Digit?” Lee prompted when it didn’t seem like Ford was going to speak his mind anytime soon, opting to pull the curtain open further so he could just focus on covering himself from the waist down. Although he may not have thought his plan through because Ford’s eyes immediately honed in on the bruising, his kicked-puppy expression rapidly darkening as he swiftly closed the distance between them.

“It seems I’ll have to reevaluate what manner I dispose of the maggot in the basement.” Ford stated with a chilling calm that didn’t match the rage that colored his face, stormy eyes examining the bruise. Ford’s tender fingers mapped out every little cut and scrape that littered his torso, his previous scarring long gone thanks to Ford’s serum.

“So long as it’s painful, I could care less how the bastard dies.” Lee huffed with a shrug, his callous words drawing Ford’s intense gaze from a scabbed up scrape that he had gotten when he tackled the would-be kidnapper to the ground. And once Lee had gotten the man pinned, he had been awfully tempted to just handle the matter himself, his fingers itching to curl around the man’s throat and squeeze until he saw the light leave the fucker’s eyes.

You don’t mess with kids. You just don’t.

“I can arrange that.” Ford murmured with a decisive nod, as if Lee’s verdict had sealed the man’s grim fate. It was an addicting kind of power, to hold someone like Ford in the palm of his hand. Lee could ask Ford for anything and it would be given to him. He could ask Ford to do anything and it would be done without hesitation. And Ford didn’t go along with Lee’s every whim because of something as cheap as worship; it was love.

“You told me that you weren't hurt, Lee.” Ford grumbled disapprovingly, his eyes narrowing. Lee… hadn’t actually considered that it might occur to Ford that Lee had technically lied to him earlier. Lee hadn’t exactly known that he wasn’t seriously injured until he was able to get a look at his side, not that he would ever admit to deliberately hiding a potentially life-threatening wound from Ford.

“I’m not.” Lee sighed with a decidedly fond roll of his eyes, though he was forced to amend his statement when Ford pointedly poked Lee’s bruise like a total asshole. “Not seriously, at least. You don’t need to make a fuss over every little bump ‘n bruise, Ace.”

“Is that not my right as your big brother?” Ford challenged and Lee found himself far too stunned by the casual declaration to protest, blinking dumbly at Ford’s annoyingly smug face. Ford had never outright said that Lee was his brother before, so Ford blatantly claiming the position of big brother had Lee’s insides squirming with both joy and no small amount of anxiety.

Was he really allowed to have this? To have him?

Lee still had an older brother out there, a brother that had joined a psychotic sentient nacho chip in destroying the world. Lee was supposed to die there, driven to take drastic measures in order to escape the gilded prison that his brother had put him in. Ford had reluctantly coughed up that little tidbit after several bottles of the good shit a few months ago, and thankfully Ford doesn't remember that he told Lee.

Still, the knowledge had burrowed deep, growing and festering with every moment Lee spent second-guessing his existence.

“You got me there, Ace.” Lee managed after a lengthy pause, hoping that his smile wasn’t as strained as his voice. Fortunately, Ford seemed to be under the impression that Lee was all choked up because he was overwhelmed with happiness and not because he wanted to scream or cry or possibly even both. Ford took Lee’s trembling hands into his own and gently squeezed before guiding them up to his face for a sweet nuzzle.

[bluepandastarfish]

We Love You.

elriel x fem! vampire! reader

Warnings: vampire (every warning that comes with vampires), vampire not eating properly, Elain cries, illusions to punishment by Azriel (scary), suggestive hints ig

let me know if there's anymore! :D

“You've been starving yourself again.” Elain asked, no not asked, more like started from the doorway. You sat up in bed, leaning your back against the headboard as if to pretend you’d ever intended to get up at all. Seeing that frown on her face, the was Azriel’s shadows curled around her like they were watching the interacting suspensefully, it made you nervous. You were never happy when she was unhappy and knowing that today you were the one to cause such unhappiness only made your mood worse. 

You narrowed your eyes a bit, trying to act playfully confused at her accusation. “I’ve no idea what you're talking about, gorgeous. Was the garden nice?” 

It didn't sway her expression. “Yes it was, what's not nice is my mate lying to me.” Normally when someone asked about her garden, Elain would lose her seriousness, a smile would crawl its way onto her face and she’d start talking about her beloved plants. But for some reason she seemed firm in her earlier assessment. 

“lying ?” you hummed, a grin settling itself onto your face as you tilted your head. 

You noticed though, that even her being this close to you made it tempting. The way her neck was so visible with the dress she’d worn today, her wrists so annoyingly hidden from view with the way she’d crossed her arms across her chest. You wanted to pounce, keep her under you on the bed and state your hunger. Instead you pretended not to know what she was talking about. “Lying is not in my nature, ‘lainey”  

She narrowed her eyes now, moving quickly to stand at the side of the bed and glare down at you. It made you want to sit back from her, not only was she mildly frightening like this but now that she was closer you could hear the heartbeat in her neck tempting you to latch on. 

“If I weren't sure it would worsen your condition I'd have Azriel come in here and punish you right now.” 

That made you look away, avoiding eye contact as you mulled over your options. “Worsen my condition?” you muttered in question, breathing out a near silent sigh. “What condition would that be then?” 

She made an irritated noise that surely would have been a growl if it had come from your other mate. “Stop being so foolish! You have no reason to be acting this way. Me and Azriel are willing for you anytime you need, my love” her voice cracked a bit at the end, making your gaze snap back to hers as you feared she would start crying. 

“I-” 

You were cut off by the shadows that had lingered in the doorway rushing to the both of you, crowding around you and slithering their way up the sides of your body, causing a shiver to rack your frame. Azriel was home. 

You muttered a curse under your breath, if only Elain hadn't brought it up, you might’ve had more of a chance of his shadows not reporting back. He stepped into the room with a deep frown, not at all making you feel any better about the situation. 

“Elain?” he called softly, tilting his head like a cat when she huffed exasperatedly. 

“She won't listen to me, Azriel! She's starving herself for no good reason and-” 

She cut herself off with a squeak when Azriel’s eyes snapped to yours, glaring and piercing. He looked as if he could see right through you. 

“Is that true?” 

He knew it was, the bastard, but he wanted your confirmation for some reason, probably a way to torture you before an inevitable lecture. You rolled your eyes and slouched back with a groan. 

“No, I'm not sure what's gotten into you, Elain. but i'm completely-” 

You were cut off again by a gut wrenching noise. 

Elain sobbed and sniffled into her hand, trying to stop the noises involuntarily coming from her as she lowered herself to sit on the edge of the bed. You froze, feeling her sadness, her fear through the bond. Azriel did not rush to her and you found yourself thanking him as you gently called her name. 

“E-Elain?” your voice trembled slightly, feeling like you would start crying but unsure if that was because you could feel her emotions somewhat through the bond or if seeing her so sad simply had that effect on you. 

“‘Lain, I'm sorry” you whispered as you hesitantly brought yourself to hug her side, your legs tucked under you. You felt like an idiot, you felt like you deserved to starve for longer for making her so upset. Your reasoning in your mind is perfectly logical, feeding off them hurt them no matter how much they refused to admit it and causing your mates pain was the last thing you wanted to do. 

But now, realising how much pain you were causing by not feeding made it all seem worthless. 

“I just don't understand,” she cried, holding one of your hands in her lap as the other cradled her forehead. “Why do you disregard yourself like this? You need to eat to survive, my love” 

Azriel came to you both now, crouching on the floor in front of Elains legs and holding the hand that had been at her forehead. 

“Our mate thinks she's being selfless.” He took our hand in his other hand, bringing it to his mouth to plant a soft kiss there when he noticed how guilty you looked. “Telling yourself you hurt us, such silly thoughts plague you don't they?” 

You buried your face into Elain's shoulder to avoid his gaze and to hide the tears rolling down your face. Not only were you feeling terrible for the distress you'd caused, but your stomach was aching like acid was eating it from the inside and the way your gums throbbed when your gaze honed in on Elain's throat made it hurt even more. 

She pulled herself together, taking her hand out of yours to stroke your hair out of your face as she lifted your head from her shoulder. “Is it true?” when you didn't respond she looked devastated. “You don't hurt us- how could you, darling?”

“How could you indeed?” He muttered darkly, bringing his hand up to cradle your cheek and wipe your tears with his thumb. “I'm not sure you could hurt me, I've handled far worse than your love bites.” he smiled up at you. 

“It’s hardly love biting, Azriel.” you sneered, not removing yourself from either of their touches. “I sink my fangs into you and draw blood… its violent, painful” 

Elain tiled your head in her hand, Azriels falling to grip your knee comfortingly. “We've told you thousands of times, why can you not believe us?” 

“How can you still want me to do this to you both?” you retorted, clenching your jaw to stop both your fangs extending and a sob to break free. “I can't understand- why do you want me to hurt you?” 

They both tightened their grips on you then, looking equally confused and upset. Your guilt was waning, making way for a confused angry toward the situation. If you were a different creature, a normal fae who wasn't cursed to hurt people. Maybe they wouldn't be forced to put up with your needs. 

“We love you” Azriel whispered. 

“When you love someone- sacrifices are made for them” Elain continued. 

The both of them were staring at you, unblinking. Waiting to see your reaction, what more you needed from them to reassure you. 

You glared at the floor by Azriel’s knees, a noise like a growl leaving your throat. “You shouldn't have to- it's not fair to you both.” 

Azriel took a breath, his shadows weaving through your hair and up the back of your neck as if they were trying to comfort you as well. “Do you remember, a few months ago, when you switched perfumes because I mentioned a different one that I thought would be lovely on you?” you nodded slightly, not quite understanding where this story was leading. “I didn't ask you to, if i had brought you the other one you could have saved it for special occasions or simply told me you preferred your original one. Instead you made the sacrifice to switch for my benefit” 

You understood now, he was trying to make a point. But that hasn't been a sacrifice, sure you'd been using that perfume for years but the change wasn't disturbing or altering to your life massively so it shouldn't count. Just as you opened your mouth to object, Elain began. 

“And, when we first started seeing each other before the bond snapped and I asked to use some space in your house for plants because I was running out of room? Do you remember that? Even when you seemed to be weaving around flowers you didn't complain.”

She wasn't wrong, you supposed, but your old apartment in Velaris was small so the ‘weaving around plants’ wasn't really that surprising. Until you three had moved in together into a bigger house you wanted something with you that reminded you of her, the plants sufficed. It wasn't a sacrifice more than a selfish desire for her to be there in some way. 

“But-” 

“No” the both said, almost in sync which seemed to surprise them as well because they both looked at each other for a moment before returning their eyes to you. 

“It’s not fair to you. If we ignored your wellbeing we would be horrid mates.” Elain urged, her smile soft and reassuring. 

Azriel saw that her words did nothing to change your expression, so he tried himself. “If one of us were in your position, forced to drink blood to survive, you’d offer yourself wouldn't you?” 

That did make you think, really think for just a moment. It was hard to argue with them sometimes, especially Azriel. He defended his point so well to the degree that even if he was wrong just the way he talks would make you question yourself. And Elain… Elain with her silent glaring that made you surrender no matter how adamant you were in your stance against her. It was nearly too much. A stuttered response left you as you tried desperately to formulate an argument they would agree with. 

“I- that's not the same- you-” 

Azriel sighed deeply and Elain wrinkled her nose in a sort of glare. 

“No. You stop that right now! If you don't trust us then how can this relationship continue to work?” she demanded with narrowed eyes, leaning in close to you to get her point across. 

“Now,” she tilted her head far to the side, sweeping her hair out of the way gently.. Azriel sat behind you then, gently pulling your hair out of the way of your face when he noticed your eyes turn glassy and your breathing halted. He knew you weren't completely in control of yourself right now, which was probably what made you give up on your argument, and he didn't want you to struggle with dried blood in your hair later. Elain smiled at him from over your head, her eyes widening slightly when you lunged and gripped her shoulders. 

You hissed in your throat, fangs extending completely as you grazed them across her neck to feel her veins throbbing there. It was seductive, the way she was so willing for you despite the obvious pain it must cause her. 

And you found that as you sunk your fangs in and heard a pretty gasp leave her mouth, you thought nothing of how selfish you were for drinking from her. You could only think about how close you were in that moment, with Azriel holding your hair and stroking your back and Elain dripping into your mouth. 

They had won the argument and you couldn't bring yourself to be upset about it when you fell back into Azriel with satisfied panting and a satisfied grin on your face.

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thanks for reading!! :))))))) sorry for any miss-characterisation

[sturniololuvz]

could you do the triplets sister going through something and she ends up getting drunk and just saying everything to the triplets and they comfort her (yes i’m dealing with trauma through fanfic)

yesss!

“A Drunken Heart-to-Heart”

Sturniolos x sister

Warnings : drunk , crying

The front door swung open with a loud thud as 17-year-old Y/N stumbled inside, her face flushed and her steps wobbly. She barely managed to kick her shoes off before tripping over the rug in the entryway.

“Whoa—what the—?” Nick was the first to look up from the couch, his eyes widening.

Chris and Matt turned their heads at the same time, immediately catching sight of their little sister, who was clearly not sober.

“Y/N?” Matt said, standing up. “Are you—are you drunk?”

Y/N giggled, hiccupped, then nodded dramatically. “Maaaaybeeee.”

Chris blinked. “Oh, this is weird.”

“Very weird,” Nick added, watching as Y/N practically melted onto the couch next to him.

“I love you guys soooo much,” she suddenly blurted, looking between them with glossy eyes.

“Okay, yeah, she’s definitely drunk,” Chris muttered, still in shock. Y/N was never this talkative.

“How much did you drink?” Matt asked, crossing his arms.

Y/N shrugged. “Like… a little. Or a lot. Who knows?”

Nick sighed, rubbing his temples. “Alright, well, you need to sleep this off, so—”

But before he could finish, Y/N’s face twisted, and suddenly, her bottom lip trembled. “Guys…” Her voice cracked.

The room went silent.

“Uh… Y/N?” Chris asked cautiously.

And then—she broke.

Tears spilled down her cheeks as she dropped her head into her hands. “I don’t know what I’m doing anymore!” she sobbed.

Matt, Chris, and Nick all exchanged panicked glances.

“Oh—oh, no,” Matt mumbled.

“Is she crying?!” Chris whisper-shouted. “What do we do?!”

Nick, despite his usual sarcastic nature, was the first to move. He slid closer to Y/N, hesitating for only a second before pulling her into a hug. “Hey, hey, what’s wrong?”

Y/N sniffled, gripping onto his hoodie like it was her lifeline. “Everything,” she whispered. “I feel like—I feel like I’m drowning, and no one even notices. I try so hard to act fine, but I’m not fine, and I don’t even know how to fix it.”

Matt immediately softened. “Y/N…”

Chris, now fully out of his confusion, sat on her other side. “Why didn’t you tell us you were feeling like this?” His voice was quieter than usual.

Y/N wiped at her face, still hiccupping. “Because—I don’t know. I didn’t want to bother you guys.”

Nick’s grip on her tightened. “You’re never a bother, Y/N. You know that, right?”

Chris nodded. “Yeah, dude, you could literally scream at me at 3 a.m. about anything, and I’d still listen.”

Matt sighed, running a hand through his hair. “You don’t have to go through this alone. We’re your brothers, Y/N. No matter what, we’re here for you.”

Y/N looked between them, her face still wet with tears, but something about their words made her breathing slow. She was drunk, exhausted, and emotionally drained—but for the first time in a while, she felt safe.

Nick squeezed her shoulder. “Now, how about we get you some water and let you sleep this off? And tomorrow, we’ll talk about this when you’re sober, yeah?”

Y/N nodded, sniffling. “Okay.”

Chris stood up. “I’ll get the water.”

Matt grabbed a blanket. “And I’ll make sure she doesn’t roll off the couch in her sleep.”

Nick chuckled. “And I’ll keep holding her so she doesn’t start crying again.”

Y/N let out a small laugh between her sniffles. “Thanks, guys.”

Matt smiled softly. “Always.”

[marianasbored]

So, I’m gonna need more gihun x chubby!reader 😭 perhaps he makes her wear a tail butt plug while he fucks her, and he’s a little (very) mean. Also, I need to be restrained from your page :(

Yesss I love this sm :3

I live for your requests bro ily 🙏

Mean!Gi-hun x Chubby!reader

Warnings: pet play, pervy gi-hun, dom gi-hun, slapping, degrading, reader is wearing a collar, slight dumbification, uses of “puppy” “slut” and “pup”, I got kinda lazy at the end :P sorry 💔

Not proofread !!

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Gi-hun had you in doggy style, your back arched and your ass in the air for him to see. He just wanted to stare at your ass while he pounds into you relentlessly :( . . . Especially since he shoved a tail butt plug in you >.<

He loved listening to your whines, he loved hearing you say it’s too much, or that you can’t take it..or that he should slow down..it only made him pound harder !!

But maybe he should get you to shut up..because who are you to tell him what to do? He tugs at the collar around your neck, causing you to let out a loud moan

“Good pups don’t tell their owners what to do..” he said, punctuating his words with a particularly deep thrust “I know what’s best for you.. you’re just a dumb puppy, right? You can’t think for yourself..” He slapped your ass, watching it jiggle and letting out a groan

“P-please!” You moan “slow down!!” You were squirming so much !!

“Shut the fuck up..” He spanked you, this time harder “what did I just say? You’re just a dumb slut who doesn’t know what’s good for you. Be a good puppy and let me do all the thinking for you...” He kept spanking you as he spoke

You couldn’t reply, too busy moaning and whining into your pillow.

He chuckled, delivering another firm slap to your ass “good puppy..can’t think about anything but my cock, hm?” He teased, hearing you moan in response

“Mmh.. you gonna cum?.” he groaned

“Y-yes..p-please..!” You choke out

“Aww go ahead and cum puppy..” he started rubbing your clit >.<

You came, legs shaking as your pussy tightened around his thick cock, causing him to moan

He started pounding into you even faster now, overstimulating you and getting impossibly harder from listening to your sobs :(

“Fuck..” he moans “gonna cum so fucking deep in this pussy..” he groaned, a broken cry escaping you

He finally came, releasing his cum in your tight pussy <3

You whined as he came, cumming again at the same time due to how sensitive you were :( . . .there were tear stains on your face now !!

When he finally pulled out, he started groping your ass, giving it another slap for good measure

“Maybe I should leave this in hm, puppy?” He played with your tail, chuckling as you whined..₊˚⊹ ᰔ

[exitingmusic]

Dog Tags

AN: Just a little blurb before bed, got this idea during the Super Bowl and I couldn't stop thinking bout it. I won't lie this idea made me tear up earlier so i only felt good if i could make other people feel the same way :)

Warnings: blood, death, angst

You were exhausted from running around, patching up soldier after soldier, not having enough time to even look at the dead one's faces before her watch pinged you of someone else needing help.

Right now, you were sprinting through tunnels underground, this one farther away than most. Dead bodies littered the halls, none you recognized in your quick passing.

The 141 had teamed up with the local forces to stop Makarov's forces from blowing up the tunnel. There had been more troops than expected, turning into a massacre, you having to watch your step to avoid all of the bodies.

As you were nearing your destination, you could see a clearing between two tracks, instantly recognizing one of the figures as Ghost. His mask making him easy to identify.

Your stomach dropped. One of the 141 was hurt. Was it Price? Gaz?

You sprinted faster, slowing as you saw them surrounding a body on the ground, the all too familiar face of Soap, your Soap, looking blankly at the sky.

The men instantly parted for you, guilt flashing in their faces as you could see your soldier clearly.

Nonononononononononono.

You dropped to your knees next to his head, desperately feeling for a pulse even though you knew there wasn't one.

Tears blurred your vision as your hands fumbled around, trying hopelessly to find any source of life from the man lying in front of you.

You felt someone's hand touch your shoulder and heard Price's gruff voice, "M' sorry but he's gone hon'."

Shaking your head, you cradled Soap's head in your lap, his beloved mohawk squished and covered in blood from where the bullet was shot into his head.

It wasn't possible, maybe it was just some prank. Maybe he'd suddenly blink and laugh and brush away your tears while holding you to his chest, apologizing for how dramatic he was.

But the longer you stared into his empty baby blue eyes you knew he wasn't going to blink.

You knew he'd never give you that beautiful smile that lit your whole world up. You knew he'd never laugh so hard he'd clutch your shoulder, crying. You knew he'd never carry you to bed after falling asleep watching a movie. You knew you'd never wake up with his arms around you, his face nestled into your neck.

Letting out a choked sob, you pressed your face into his bloody shirt, not paying attention to your pinging watch. They didn't matter anymore. No one mattered anymore. Not when your soldier, your love, your life was gone. No one else deserved to live when he was gone.

The men let you grieve as long as possible, keeping watch for any enemy soldiers, any that threatened to take you, knowing they already failed their brother in arms once, they wouldn't fail him again by letting you go with him.

You didn't know how long you stayed there, your body shaking with sobs before Ghost picked you up, Soap's body being taken away to somewhere else. Somewhere away from you.

Price was kind enough to tuck Soap's dog tags in your hand, your fist immediately grabbing hold of them and tucking them into your chest.

You didn't feel the rumbling of the car as you took off, didn't feel Ghost carrying you out, didn't feel him putting you in your bed.

No.

You felt the dig of the metal dog tags in your hand. You felt the cool sheets, normally warm from Soap's body.

But most of all, you felt the absence of him. The absence of your other half, forever.

[ondeemand]

Transformers One Review

For the sake of convenience, I’ll be referring to the characters as their new names (Optimus Prime, Megatron, Bumblebee) instead of their old ones (Orion Pax, D-16, B-127).

Also, I didn’t grow up with Transformers, so this will be mostly from an outsider’s perspective. I can’t tell what possibly was or wasn’t a retcon or how accurate to the source material it was, but I think the background info on their world held up very well and they were able to explain it clearly to new viewers like me. It definitely would have hit harder if I grew up with Transformers and knew more than just facts from cultural osmosis, but I still enjoyed the movie a lot.

Notes/Things I’m Neutral On

Very weird to hear my name (Dee) being said throughout most of the movie by Chris Hemsworth’s bad American accent.

Also, I forgot that Megatron has transformed into ground vehicles before. I only ever knew him to turn into a jet, so I was kind of confused that he was a tank in this movie. I hope we get to see him get upgraded to a jet in the next one, but the tank is still cool.

Pros/Things I Liked

Simple but effective color theory with their eye colors. Main good guys have blue while Megatron has yellow, sitting between good and bad. Still a friendly color at first, but slowly turns closer to orange and then fully red as his anger and hatred consume him (and after he met the red-eyed Starscream, a cowardly man who ends up enabling Megatron‘s more violent/aggressive tendencies)

○ Also I don’t know if I was just seeing things, but it looked like Megatron’s eyes got more yellow whenever he looked at Optimus which is so sad and so gay.

I really thought they were gonna push a romance between Elita and either Bumblebee (goofy manchild x competent woman trope) or Optimus (male lead x female lead, blue x pink), but I was pleasantly surprised that they didn’t. Sadly, there’s still time for it in future installments, but I can dream.

Not to be gay, but spider woman sexy. Airachnid was so obviously evil that it was funny, but I can’t fault Sentinel for having her around because I, too, would want a deadly goth woman to be my right-hand lady. They felt like the evil, less developed versions of Mustang and Hawkeye. I am in love.

The animation is gorgeousssss. The environments, the character designs, the fight choreography, the transformations, the lighting, the texture, mwah mwah MWAH STUNNING!!!

○ Sorry, I’m never gonna stop talking about this. The way they were able to make square/blocky figures move so fluidly was fantastic (and proof of concept that a fully animated Minecraft movie would have worked). ○ The camera angles were also great for framing both the dramatic, intense, and/or high-action moments like fights or chase scenes, while also adding a lot to the comedic moments. Like when the camera stays tracking Optimus’ face when running through the forest, only for him to suddenly fall down a cliff neither he nor us saw coming, only to then zoom out to the perspective of the guards below, showing them stumbling and falling. ○ The contrast between the mechanical and organic elements on the surface were really cool, and the way it was introduced was able to convey this idea that organic life was this strange, alien thing. ○ The way the surface just rebuilds itself into these jagged, blocky terrains was really unique and interesting! It felt like a glitched computer model because of its rougher shapes which really added to the fear and hostility of the surface.

90% of their jokes landed and they landed hard. The bit where Optimus looks like he’s about to transform and then just fucking books it is incredible. The audio and camera work help add to these as well, like the music building as Optimus pretends to transform, the camera zooming in close to different parts of him, only for all background noise to cut out as it shows Optimus running away. I won’t name every joke and quip I found funny or we’d be here all day, but they’re certainly a highlight of the movie.

I love Keegan-Michael Key, but I wasn’t a fan of him as the comic relief character of Toad in the Mario movie. When Bumblebee showed up I got a little nervous, but I really loved his performance of the character.

I really liked the midpoint pep talk about hope. That’s a really nice reason that Optimus is the leader despite not being as skilled as other people. He has the hope for a better future and it was a core part of his character from the beginning, and I really like the idea that a leader is someone who can envision a brighter future no matter what.

Alpha Trion transforming was SICK AS FUCK!!! I love that he was more animalistic when the rest of the cast become vehicles. His final fight was so cool, and it actually made me kind of emotional to see him at the end with the rest of the Prime ghosts.

The stabbings? The beheadings?? The branding??? The way Megatron tore Sentinel in half and then ripped his heart out on-screen holy shit???? This movie was incredibly brutal and I loved it. It’s such an interesting phenomenon that children’s media is allowed to be about as graphic as they want as long as it’s against robots, even incredibly sentient ones like in the Transformers series.

○ I watched the 1986 Transformers movie for a class earlier this year, and while it also had a lot of brutality in it’s fights, the new movie felt more intense. Part of this could be attributed to me watching the 2024 movie on a big screen vs the 1986 movie in my living room, but there are other reasons as well. The 1986 movie had more upbeat songs playing over the fights, specifically songs like The Touch and Dare, which helped keep the tone lighter and more exciting. The 2024 movie didn’t have anything like that, allowing the action, while still cool and exciting, to take on a more serious tone. This is also emphasized by the graphics of the movie being 3D instead of 2D. While the 2D 1986 movie is a stunning masterpiece, people still view it with the idea in mind that, since it’s a cartoon, the stakes and story will be less intense. The 2024 movie being 3D with very detailed graphics and lighting already has more visual intensity. The characters are still these bright, poppy colors, but they can come across more moody and dark due to the environments, lighting, and textures that the 3D medium more easily allows. And while the painted backgrounds and cell shading of the old movie are great, the CGI backgrounds are a lot closer to realism, so the harsher elements like metal and rock, which make up a vast majority of the environment and characters, look real too.

The way Megatron’s hate consumed him to the point where he started acting more villainous and, while not entirely similar to Sentinel, still ended up hurting innocent people was tragic. Trying to push away and deny everything about a person only to wind up being just like them. This was perfectly shown in the end credit scene where Megatron is branding himself and the new Decepticons with Megatronus Prime’s face. To him, it may be him reclaiming the traumatic experience and literally using it like a badge of honor, as well as thinking he’s honoring Megatronus Prime. But in reality, he’s just inflicting the same trauma done to him onto others, just like Sentinel. Such a cool way to show how every villain is the hero of their own story.

The doomed yaoiiiiii I’m never gonna get over them. The only other Transformers media I’ve consumed is the 1986 movie, which kills off Optimus Prime in the first 25 minutes and Megatron becomes Galvatron, so I never knew the depths of their homoerotic relationship.

I’m a sucker for “the hero and villain used the be friends (and maybe even lovers?)” trope, so Optimus and Megatron’s relationship and the general premise of the movie was already a slam dunk for me.

I’m also a fan of legacy stories like Avatar and She-Ra. While this movie didn’t get as in-depth with the concept, I enjoyed that they played with the idea of legacy and taking up the mantle of the former Primes.

I absolutely loved the end message that Optimus gives us. Hope, freedom, and autonomy are incredibly important things to learn, and as a trans person who very much wants to keep control over what I do with my body, I really resonated with that last one. I think it’s really cool that they included a message like that in this children’s movie about robots that turn into cars.

Regarding the message of autonomy, I love that it gives the term Autobots a new meaning. Auto meaning “automobile”, since they transform into cars, and Auto meaning “self”, as they are now fully their own bots with control over themselves.

Cons/Things I Disliked

Mid vocal performances from everyone except Brian Tyree Henry and Keegan-Michael Key. And as I mentioned before, it was hard not to focus on Chris’ attempts at an American accent, not to mention how recognizable his, as well as Scarlett Johansson’s, voices are.

The plot felt a little disjointed in the first 1/3-ish.

○ Good setup with the main characters being an oppressed working class with one dreaming of better things and the other hesitant to fall out of line or take risks. But then suddenly there’s a race, and then they’re in it, and then they lose, and then their leader wants to promote them. At first it feels like there are hints that he’s a scummy celebrity-type and that meeting their hero is what will spur on the disillusionment with their society. But then some random douchebag that doesn’t like them reassigns them which goes against their leader’s command, and that’s how the plot kicks off? ○ Also, Elita’s involvement felt kind of rushed/hand-waved. They all get stuck on the surface, but instead of trying to make her way back to report them like she was saying she would for the past few minutes, she makes a complete 180 and heads the expedition herself. ○ It all just felt a little strange, but once it got going the rest of the plot felt fine.

Megatron’s descent into “evil” felt kind of rushed. I understand that he feels betrayed and I really love where the character ends up by the end, but it felt like a real 180 without a lot of build up.

Some jokes fell flat or felt annoying and kinda cringe. That’s the territory of children’s movies though, so par for the course.

TLDR

Overall, this movie was a really fun watch and I’d love to go see it again. While some parts fall a little flat, the movie is lifted from mediocrity by its many Pros. From the stunning visuals, to the quick humor, to the tragic origins of two friends driven apart by their ideals, I’d recommend this movie to anyone interested in animation or the Transformers brand.

8.82/10

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

[dennisboobs]

It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia

↳ moments that make me cry

[hauntingblue]

ARCANE EPISODE 7!!!!

MY GOD I WASNT READY FOR ANY OF THIS!!! WHAT WAS THAT!!!

Also ekko wallpaper I got with my fries lmao

[melissa-leaf]

this man just broke my heart

[acourtofquestions]

"Everything I did was for them, you know." His chest ached. "For your kids?" She studied her hands, the imposing ruby ring on one of her fingers. "I haven't seen them since they were eighteen months old. Not even a picture." But she'd known them on sight today. Had known what grade they'd be in, remembered where the school was on this ship, and run directly there.

[beanghostprincess]

Help I just finished the usopp v luffy fight and now I'm crying (I know what happens later and I knew this was coming but still)

I can give you a hug, a gun, or a therapist. I personally recommend the first one because I don't have money for a therapist and you need to live to keep watching the show so. Yeah. Do you want a hug-

[masked-and-doomed]

POOKIE'S DEAD. :( CRODE.

They went and showed his whole backstory too like?!?! His whole point to live is to die in battle!?! FUCKKK WHAT THE HELL TIT.E KUBO WHY'D YOU HAVE TO GO SO HARD ON THIS UGLY SEXIST MOTHERFUCKER

.......can I even finish Bleach with him gone...... I'm much more devastated than I thought I'd be...... They went so hard on his death...... Like oh man you didn't have to rip my heart out......